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Bai Lu stared at the battle footage, afraid of missing a single detail. The further it went, the grimmer his expression became. When he saw the laser pierce through Ziwei Civilization's armor, his pupils involuntarily constricted.

When the footage ended, Bai Lu let out a breath and leaned back against the sofa.

"What did you see?" Bai Lu looked at Bai Ming beside him, as well as the other members.

"This armor's design is the same as the armor worn by the lifeform that escaped after abducting Demon Flame Civilization last time. It should be the same organization—or rather, the same lifeform." Bai Ming's eyes gleamed.

She had never forgotten the previous failure.

Bai Lu nodded, agreeing with her assessment. "What else?"

"His Energy Shield suddenly malfunctioned, which was why he got killed. Otherwise, he should have been able to fight." After watching the footage, Bai Ming was certain that her strength was no different from that Ziwei Civilization Mech Warrior's. Putting herself in that battle, she was confident she could have fought.

The other members nodded in agreement.

"No." Bai Lu shook his head slightly, his expression grave. "If you went, you would die too."

"Uncle, that can't be right. Looking at that mysterious Mech Warrior's movements and control, he didn't seem all that terrifying. I can handle him." Bai Ming clearly refused to accept Bai Lu's judgment.

They were both Advanced Armor Masters, but there were ranks even among them. She was certain she belonged among the best.

She was clearly capable of dealing with a battle at that speed.

"You're wrong. That mysterious Mech Warrior isn't an Advanced Armor Master. He's a Top-Tier Armor Master," Bai Lu said casually.

The moment those words fell, the room turned deathly silent.

"A Top-Tier Armor Master? It seems quite a